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letra de to describe the enigmatic - golden boy

even in the darkest night
even in the brightest day
there’s no absolutes to be seen
it goes from end to end
the pendulum swings again
truth lies crossed right there between

i could’ve never had the vision to predict this
how ideologies make up a hit-list
kendall jenner and her palm tree resistance
trying on a struggle like some sh-t she’d wish for christmas
said it doesn’t matter, said it wasn’t right
showed up to the scene to be aghast at the sight
one saw six, the other saw nine
don’t even wanna believe her eyes

so even in the darkest night
even in the brightest day
there’s no absolutes to be seen
it goes from end to end
the pendulum swings again
truth lies crossed right there in between

it seem a little iffy
we’re mulling over worlds and you’re claiming that you’re busy
saying you got a lot on your mind, if your blood was on the line
you might be inclined to save your skin
and if we seem a little helpless
we’re growing older and we can’t be blamed for being selfish
everyday’s a plot in disguise by a man in the sky
i just hope i am the savior’s kin

’cause maybe it’ll all turn out
we’ll be fighting it for just another day
talking strategy but this enemy’s hard to face
when you don’t even know it by name
what if so could it be if hate, call it, were benign practice
he thought it impossible to describe the enigmatic

bad boys finish their sentences
i’m not the one to tell you whom detention fits
i got a problem when it stuffs the pockets of the already-rich
“takes away a voice and gives a sentence instead”
and life behind iron bars with no difference between the light and dark
it’s so innocent being a crime disarmed
you should be happy that i can’t do it again
and if i show a blind disregard in what amounts to but a snide remark
would you, no matter distance – near or far – be happy to be calling me a friend

’cause it seem a little iffy
we’re mulling over worlds and you’re claiming that you’re busy
saying you got a lot on your mind, if your blood was on the line
you might be inclined to save your skin
and if we seem a little helpless
we’re growing older and we can’t be blamed for being selfish
everyday’s a plot in disguise by a man in the sky
i just hope i am the savior’s kin

’cause maybe then
maybe if it’s as an ally, even if it’s as a slave
it is no subst-tute for being free
and truth has been compromised
truth burns at the stake in an effigy of relief

- golden boy

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